Live not the stars and mountains ? Are the waves Without a spirit ? Are the dropping caves Without a feeling in their silent tears ? No, no ; they woo and clasp us to their spheres, Dissolve this clog and clod of clay before Its hour, and merge our soul... De la religion: considérée dans sa source, ses formes et ses développements - Page 140 by Benjamin Constant - 1824 Full view -
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